Some of us too old to even remember falling apart. Did that happen at 40? I have no idea.
I don't know about the "falling apart" imagery (!!!), but it was at age 40 that I went to my optometrist and told him that I thought I needed a new prescription.
Why is that? he asked. Because, said I, I have to take my glasses off to read, and I never used to have to do that.
He ROARED with laughter. At first I thought he'd completely lost his mind.
Then he said, "When are you folks over 40 going to realize that you don't need new prescriptions...you need bifocals."
I just sat there and stared at him.
He laughed and laughed.
One of his cohorts came in and asked what was going on. I said, "He thinks I'm 'folks over 40' without a clue."
My doctor laughed even harder. His cohort joined in.
But soon enough he apologized and said I was the fifth patient he'd had that day who had said the same thing -- that I needed a prescription change because I had to take my glasses off to read. He said he was certain that my normal vision prescription was just fine but that I'd need a bifocal prescription.
Happily, for me, he was wrong. My normal vision needed a slight correction. I got a prescription for glasses that included both normal vision and bifocal vision and I was good to go.
But, honestly, was all that hilarity called for? It's not like someone gave me a manual when I turned 40.
A year earlier I'd had to start taking medication for hypertension.
And, yes, things have "developed" since then.
But I haven't fallen apart. I've just sort of stumbled on the wayside. Thus far.